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The argument had started with something technical—equations scrawled on a whiteboard, timelines overlapping, maybe even the fate of the universe—but now, they were inches from each other’s faces, breathless and locked in a feedback loop of scowling, scoffing, and thinly veiled snarls.
“You’re reckless,” the younger one hissed, jaw tight, glasses halfway down his nose. “You walk in here like you own the place—”
“Because I do,” the older Hank shot back, voice deeper, slower, crueler in its confidence. “I am you. Just... without the nervousness. Or the restraint. And, clearly,” he added with a glance down, “with better posture.”
The younger one flushed, fists clenched, and stepped forward like he was about to throw a punch he’d immediately apologize for. “This is my timeline. My lab. My life.”
“Interesting word choice,” the other mused, eyes flicking up—and just then, the door opened.
Alex leaned in, shirtless, blinking against the fluorescent lighting. He took one look at the tension in the room, the way both Hanks turned toward him in perfect, unnatural sync—and froze.
“Oh,” he said.
The silence stretched. The older Hank’s pupils dilated, lips parting slightly. The younger’s breath hitched, ears going red as his whole posture stiffened.
And then their eyes locked on each other again—this time, less about the lab, and more about him.
“Back off,” the younger muttered, voice low, trembling. “He’s mine.”
The older one arched a brow, slow and amused. “You barely know what to do with him.”
“I know enough to want to keep you away from him.”
“You really think you can keep anything from me?” he said, stepping forward until they were nose-to-nose again, but this time with a hum beneath the tension, something hot and possessive, something not very scientific at all. “We both know exactly how he tastes.”
The younger flinched, hands curling at his sides. “Shut up.”
Alex exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. “You guys do realize you're the same person, right?”
Neither responded. They were still locked in a silent, snarling pissing match, each daring the other to make the first move—toward him, or toward violence, maybe both.
He rolled his eyes. “If you’re gonna act like dogs in heat,” he drawled, stepping into the room and deliberately leaning against the lab bench, “you can share, like big boys.”
Two identical heads snapped toward him.
The older Hank’s jaw tensed. The younger’s breath caught audibly.
Alex just smiled. “You want to fight about it? Be inside me while you do.”
Anyway, that’s how Alex ended up on his stomach—flushed and grinning, chest slick with sweat—with Hank beneath him, the younger one, still trying and failing to hold himself together. His hands gripped Alex’s hips like they were the only thing tethering him to reality, every breath shaky, lips parted, eyes wide and dark. There was desperation in the way he held Alex, like he couldn’t believe he was allowed to have this—to have him.
And then there was the other Hank. Older, broader, bluer—calm in the way predators are calm just before the kill. He hovered above Alex’s face, gaze fixed and unblinking, watching as Alex worked at the front of his pants with steady, practiced fingers. His voice had gone quiet now, but his grin said everything: he’d won the argument the moment Alex told them to share.
Alex huffed a breath, the sound half-laugh, half-moan. “Took you two long enough,” he murmured, glancing between them, his body already arching to meet the heat rising on both sides. “Now be good boys—”
His thumb popped open the last button.
“—and fuck me like you mean it.”
The older Hank smirked at Alex’s words, his yellow eyes glinting with amusement and desire. “Oh, I always fuck like I mean it,” he purred, his deep voice sending shivers down Alex’s spine. He leaned in closer, his hot breath ghosting over Alex’s ear as he spoke. “And I promise you, my dear, this dick is going to ruin you for anyone else.”
Meanwhile, the younger Hank finally managed to push his pants down just enough to free himself. He looked up at Alex with a mix of nervousness and excitement in his eyes. “Is this… okay?” he asked softly.
Alex grinned wickedly at the sight of them—one large and intimidating, the other cute and eager. “More than okay,” he breathed, licking his lips. “Now come here and show me what you’ve got.”
The younger Hank hesitated for a moment before slowly guiding his cock to Alex’s waiting hole. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if he was afraid of breaking something precious.
Meanwhile, the older Hank watched with a smirk, his own massive erection throbbing with need. He reached out and grabbed a handful of Alex’s hair, giving it a firm tug. “Open up, sweetheart,” he growled, pressing the head of his dick against Alex’s lips insistently.
“Oh, how sexy, he’s gained confidence—” the older Hank didn’t wait for Alex to finish his sentence. With a grunt, he shoved his thick, blue cock past Alex’s lips and into his mouth, silencing him instantly. He groaned at the wet heat enveloping him, his hips jerking forward involuntarily.
Meanwhile, the younger Hank took Alex’s muffled moan as encouragement. He pressed forward slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside Alex’s tight hole.
Older Hank began to thrust shallowly into Alex’s mouth, setting a steady rhythm. His grip on Alex’s hair tightened as he fucked his face with increasing vigor. “That’s it,” he panted, yellow eyes blazing with lust. “Take it all like a good little slut.”
The younger Hank started to move in tandem with his older counterpart, pulling out as the other pushed in. They set a pace that was almost hypnotic, their hips pumping in sync, filling Alex completely from both ends. Alex moaned around the thick cock in his mouth, the vibrations sending shivers through the older Hank. He growled low in his throat and picked up the pace, fucking Alex’s face with abandon.
The younger Hank leaned forward, bracing himself on the bed as he snapped his hips forward. His movements grew more confident, more forceful, driven by primal instinct and desire. He reached around to grab Alex’s ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh as he pounded into him.
Alex could barely think, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through his body. The older Hank’s massive dick filled his mouth completely, stretching his lips wide and hitting the back of his throat with each thrust. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he struggled to breathe through his nose, gagging slightly as saliva dripped down his chin.
Meanwhile, the younger Hank's cock slid in and out of Alex’s ass, rubbing against his prostate with every movement. The pleasure was intense and Alex found himself pushing back against him instinctively, desperate for more.
The room filled with a symphony of moans, grunts, and the wet slap of skin on skin. The older Hank’s balls slapped against Alex’s chin with each thrust, leaving trails of precum on his face. He could feel himself getting close, his movements becoming erratic and uncontrolled.
The older Hank stood at the edge of the bed, one hand gripping Alex’s hair tightly while the blonde choked on his cock. His eyes were fixed on the sight before him—Alex’s lithe body writhing atop his younger self, sweat-slicked skin glistening.
Alex’s moans grew louder and more desperate as he felt his orgasm building. With a final, shuddering thrust, the older Hank spilled his hot seed down Alex’s throat. Alex swallowed convulsively, his eyes watering as he struggled to keep up with the sudden influx of cum. The older Hank groaned loudly, his grip on Alex’s hair tightening as he rode out his orgasm.
Meanwhile, Alex felt his own release wash over him like a tidal wave. His back arched sharply, a strangled cry tearing from his throat as he came undone atop the younger Hank. Thick ropes of white painted the younger man’s stomach and chest.
Alex collapsed onto the younger Hank’s chest, panting heavily as he came down from his high. He looked up at the younger man through hooded eyes, a lazy smile spreading across his face. Without a word, he leaned in and captured the younger Hank’s lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
The younger Hank responded eagerly, his arms wrapping around Alex and pulling him closer. He didn’t seem to care that he was tasting himself on Alex’s tongue—if anything, it only seemed to fuel his desire.
The older Hank watched with a smirk as the two younger versions of himself made out, their tongues tangling and bodies pressing together. He waited until they were completely lost in the moment before moving silently behind Alex.
Large, clawed hands suddenly gripped Alex’s ass cheeks, digging into the soft flesh and pulling them apart roughly. Alex gasped, startled out of the kiss as he felt the cool air hit his exposed hole.
Alex tensed as he felt the thick, blue head of the older Hank’s cock pressing against his already stretched hole. He looked back over his shoulder with wide, panicked eyes. “Hey, it’s not your turn! You can wait! What are you doing? That’s not gonna fit,” he gasped, his voice trembling slightly.
With a grunt, the older Hank began to push forward, his massive dick demanding entrance alongside the younger Hank’s already buried cock. Alex cried out at the sudden pressure, his body instinctively trying to resist the intrusion.
Despite Alex’s protests, the older Hank continued to push forward, his massive dick slowly stretching Alex’s hole wider and wider. It was a tight fit, but somehow, it worked. The younger Hank’s eyes widened as he felt his counterpart’s thick length sliding alongside his own inside Alex’s tight channel. “Holy shit,” the younger Hank breathed, his hands gripping Alex’s hips tightly. “I can feel you. I can actually feel you inside him.”
Alex whimpered, his nails digging into the younger Hank’s chest as he struggled to adjust to the overwhelming fullness. It was almost too much—almost painful—but there was a part of him that reveled in the sheer depravity of it all.
The older Hank smirked down at them, yellow eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Told you it would fit,” he growled, before beginning to move.
Alex was overwhelmed by the sensation of being so utterly filled. The older Hank began to move, his massive cock sliding alongside the younger version’s inside Alex’s tight channel. Alex could only moan, his mind blanking out as his body was used for their pleasure.
His hips bucked involuntarily, trapped between the two Hanks as they set a brutal pace. Alex’s eyes rolled back in his head, tears leaking from the corners as he was fucked senseless. He could feel every ridge and vein of their cocks dragging against his inner walls, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
The younger Hank watched as the blonde was reduced to a gibbering mess atop him.. He reached up to cup Alex’s face, wiping away the drool with his thumb. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, before capturing Alex’s lips in a deep kiss.
The intense stimulation proved too much for Alex, and he found himself cumming again without warning. His body convulsed between the two Hanks, his hole clamping down tightly around their pistoning cocks. He didn’t even notice his own release, too lost in the haze of pleasure.
The older Hank growled as he felt Alex’s inner muscles fluttering around him. He picked up the pace, fucking into Alex with abandon. The younger Hank followed suit, their hips slapping against Alex’s ass in a steady rhythm.
It didn't take long for them to reach their own peaks. The younger Hank came first, his hot seed flooding Alex’s already stuffed hole. The older Hank followed soon after, adding his own load to the mix.
They collapsed onto the bed together, a sweaty, satisfied tangle of limbs and spent bodies. Alex lay sandwiched between the two Hanks, his body limp and boneless. He was dimly aware of their softening cocks slipping out of him, followed by a rush of warm cum leaking from his well-used hole. He didn’t have the energy to care.
The older Hank rolled off to the side, sprawling out on his back and throwing an arm over his eyes. The younger Hank stayed where he was, cradling Alex gently against his chest. He pressed soft kisses to Alex’s forehead, murmuring soothing words.
After a moment, the older Hank spoke up, his voice rough with exhaustion. “We should do this more often,” he said, a hint of amusement in his tone.
Alex managed a weak laugh. “Yeah,” he agreed, snuggling closer to the younger Hank. “Much more often.”